at not too slow a pace, we enter:
The Anthropocene,
with eyes flashing and teeth gnashing,
hands thrusting through the rush
of the earth. there are still so many
in denial over the death of God; what
made us think we could make people
care about our moldering world?
one thousand nature documentaries did not
solve the problem, and neither did penguins
combined with a kindly black man’s voice.
ceasing to live on the surface,
through batterings by heat and wind,
and water and more wind I’d wager
we’ll crawl underground before too long.
maybe then efficient dwellings of an
affordable nature will start to become prevalent again.
nature healing, and all that.